I see the pain. I feel the cry

I see the pain. I feel the cry the truma above me can not manifest the pain the agony the struggle the wicked the unstable economy I go on my knees and wonder how if this is meant to be, Father, please we are just your kind send a king we need a redeemer this time, you need to redeem us turn back, falling down what could we do asking you father, please send our needs of not were are going to die bad leader, just they fly while the common floor members we just they cry we they crow but they nodey flow